User blog:TheEtanMan/Tirana

 Tirana

       Tirana scurried under some debris, trying to hide herself from the two rat brothers. She got to a corner and wept, ‘How do I get away,’ she asked herself, shaking uncontrollably. She saw the grimy, skinny hand of a rat reaching in for her.

        “Come here you miserable little mouse,” said Cringe in a cold, dark voice.

        “Yeah, come on. We don’t have all day,” said the other, a small ugly rat with a squeaky voice.

        Tirana felt the cold, clammy hands of Cringe grabbing at here foot paw, she bit his hand and he leapt up yowling, “She bit me! That little wretch bit me! Stab her with the spear, now!”

        Tirana huddled as far as she could, throwing her apron over her head and imagining it at a rainy day, hoping that the sun would come.

        All the sudden she heard a clash of steel and bodies hitting the ground. She looked up and into the eyes of a Hare. He was short and had white fur with yellow streaks. He put out his paw and she took it, knowing that she found her sun.